tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46781990851788026692024-02-19T04:20:03.093+00:00edgy dancingdancing through life - praising God with dance - and often dancing on the edgeSue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-63896853960201597742021-11-10T11:21:00.001+00:002021-11-10T11:32:01.168+00:00 climate change<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I became aware that things needed to change when I was a teenager in the sixties. We were being told that there were too many people in the world and so even before I married for the first time, we agreed we would have two children and then foster and adopt as the feelings took us. And during the seventies that is what happened. We had two boys the natural way, fostered new born babies before they were then adopted (it helped to purge my broody feelings) and then prepared ourselves to adopt a two year old girl in the early eighties.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">In 1984 the book 'E for Additives' was published which first made me aware of all the extras that are put into our every-day food. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Around the same time our close friends saw a programme on tv that showed how animals were farmed to get meat on our plates. Overnight they became vegetarians and we were very pleased to receive the meat from their freezer! When they describe their new diet, we had one major excuse not to follow their example as our younger son was very allergic to nuts! However, I did include a few vegetarian dishes into our meals.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> By then we were living in a large house which we filled with various foster children, lodgers and foreign students, as well as our own three children. One of our lodgers was studying for his Masters in Conservation at London University. What he discovered during the day, he made sure I put into action in our home; our washing up liquid and washing powder was changed to more eco-friendly ones and the loo was only flushed when necessary! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">In the nineties, I became aware of the value of organic food; less chemicals in our bodies and far better for the soil and the birds and bees and all the other tiny insects we never see.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">However, a few years ago, that same younger son realised that he was not </span><span style="font-family: arial;">allergic to peanuts - they are not nuts, they are legumes - and promptly became vegetarian. He has put me to shame! We do like our meat, so we save meat for the weekend and eat our veggies during the week.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I would like to have an </span><span style="font-family: arial;">electric car but I don't think it will ever happen. Although we have a drive to park on and the facility to charge a car, my sons who each live 200 miles away live in houses unsuitable to install a charger. Also, when deciding on what car to purchase, we spent a lot of time working out which petrol car would be suitable to tow a caravan, with the best mpg and lowest co2. It was bought to last us for the rest of our driving lifetime.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm not sure when I became aware of the fact that the climate was warming but I know that my </span><span style="font-family: arial;">reaction was that I would be quite happy as I felt the cold! Especially as one summer in the late nineties, we decided to cancel our camping holiday in September due to the weather being unusually cold! What I was never aware of at the time was that climate change would affect far more than me being a couple of degrees warmer. But now we are beginning to feel the effects; the torrential rains leading to flooding, the fires, the droughts and the ice caps are melting. It is still unknown as to who was behind the hack in 2009 into the emails of Professor Philip Jones, the</span><span face="aktiv-grotesk, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"> </span><span face="aktiv-grotesk, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;">former Director of Climatic Research at the University of East Anglia, whose research showed the devastation of climate change by the end of this century. We can only guess, and pray that those in power come to their senses. Meanwhile we continue to do what we can.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-45187903811905294292019-08-31T11:21:00.000+01:002019-08-31T11:21:42.560+01:00getting there<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Following on from my last two posts I've now finished writing up my Mum's words onto the computer and filled in most of the missing gaps with the help of my brother who has filled in the holes in my memory! I've also written up my Grandma's and Great-Grandma's life stories adding photographs including ones from 1879! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have found a printer who will print as many copies as I would like at a reasonable price. But first, I am about to start on my life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Between us four women we cover the whole of the twentieth century from horse drawn carriages to the age of computers but all four of us could not relax without without some form of needle in our hands whether it be knitting, crochet, sewing or embroidery. The first three were taught 'the devil finds work for idle hands' - I just love to knit!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-31274879879509335542019-02-14T09:27:00.000+00:002019-02-14T09:27:49.184+00:00Mum's family get their first wireless<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm writing up my Mum's memoirs and have arrived at 1932 when at the age of nine, she was over the moon to have a real live doll in the form of a baby brother whom she adored for the whole of his life - she eventually outlived him.</span><div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Also about this time we acquired a wireless, which was a great event in all our lives. It had a fret- work front over fawn silk which covered the speaker and stood with great pride on a shelf. No electricity or batteries as we know them - the power came from a collection of about 12 ‘wet’ batteries housed in a wooden cabinet which Dad made. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">These batteries had to be taken to the shop to be charged - one each week - and as each was about half the size of a car battery, you can imagine this was quite a job. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">We still had one of these types of wireless in 1948. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There were just 2 stations at this time - Daventry National and London Regional, and it was like magic to hear music coming out of this box on the shelf. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Previously the only music I heard was Mum singing around the house (which she did all the time). Mostly she sang the old Music Hall songs, so I got to know them well, but if I joined in with her, she immediately switched to singing alto, so I got used to part-singing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Now we had all the dance bands - Harry Roy etc, and always Henry Hall at Saturday tea-time, followed by the football results, the news and the fat-stock prices!</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">This was really when people began to know what was going on in other parts of the country and the world, but communication was still very much in its infancy. </span></div>
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Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-61135615338515901992019-02-13T10:35:00.000+00:002019-02-13T10:35:25.745+00:00memories of shopping<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back in the early eighties my Mum wrote about her life and gave a copy each to me and my brother in large photograph albums along with some old black and white photos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm now copying it along with memories from my Grandma and what we know about my Great Gran and my own memories for my boys and their boys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Shopping was fun when I was little - nothing was pre-packed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There was no plastic or polythene and all goods reached the shops in bulk and were weighed out by the shop assistant. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Sugar came in blue bags - about 1cwt, in each I should think, and the assistant would use a scoop and weigh it out, then make a cone out of paper, twist the bottom and put the sugar in, folding over the top deftly and neatly so that none came out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I was always fascinated by the speed and accuracy with which this was done. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">All dry goods were sold in these paper cones before paper bags came into favour. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Butter was the other interesting commodity - it came in a large block and the required amount would be cut off with a pair of butter pats, patted this way and that until it was a neat shape and swiftly wrapped in greaseproof paper. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Assistants were expert at cutting off just the right amount and rarely had to take any off or put any more on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Bacon was sliced to order, and different thicknesses were numbered. When cooked the bacon was delicious - it didn’t ooze salt as it does now, but just just crisped up beautifully. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Salt came in a block, about 10”x4”x4”, and my job was to cut this up as required and put it in a large jam jar - a horrible job if you happened to have a cut in your finger! </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Biscuits were weighed out from a 7lb tin, and the residue were sold very cheaply as broken biscuits,<i> [these could still be found when I was a teen] </i>and usually contained a good proportion of cream wafers, as these broke most easily! </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There were very few tinned goods and if things were out of season you just didn’t have them. Fruit was a luxury, which was why we always had an orange and a few nuts in our Christmas stocking - a great treat. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Apples were for the summer, and bananas rarely if ever. Grapes were strictly for the sick as they were expensive. There was a Music Hall joke about snobs who always had a bowl of fruit in the parlour window, to kid everyone they were rich!</span></div>
Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-10838750360384799082018-04-20T08:53:00.000+01:002018-04-20T08:53:47.506+01:00how to make me laugh<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Earlier this week I received an email from an American publishing company inviting me to join their Editorial Board.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now some of you may think that is quite an honour but I just laughed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because they want me to join the Editorial Board of Trends in Horticulture.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And why is that so funny?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because the article of mine that they said they had read was; 'Susannah and the Lemon Tree; Mrs C.H. Spurgeon's Book Fund'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It had everything to do with Susannah and books and nothing to do with horticulture apart from the fact that she grew a lemon tree from a pip and likened each leaf to the hundreds of books she was able to send out to ministers with little money. The lemon tree never produced a lemon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another aspect to my laugh is the fact that I have have very sensitive skin and do not enjoy gardening - touch anything and I come up in a rash. I stay indoors and just come out to gather a few herbs for dinner. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a wonderful laugh first thing on a Monday morning but no I won't be taking them up on their kind invitation. I'm even wondering if it is a scam. </span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-8489250129863270412018-02-20T16:10:00.001+00:002018-02-20T16:10:18.914+00:00a technical education<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Apparently Teresa May has attacked snobbery among parents who think that a technical education is for other people's children.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I wonder how our society has come to be in that position? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the sixties, my parents were thrilled when I went to the London College of Fashion.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Each day when I arrived home, my Mum would ask me what short cuts in dressmaking I had learned, which I would then pass on to her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Unknown to me, when I had a couple of my designs featured in an international fabric publication, my Dad took the insert to work to show his colleagues. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They didn't think I should be at a university, they knew where my talents lay and saw me thrive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the early nineties, there was no snobbery when both of my boys went to technical colleges to follow their dreams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Who are these parents who are not aware of their offspring's natural gifts, talents and dreams?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am proud of my technical education, it provided me with an income while staying at home looking after the children when they were little which could not have happened if I had taken the other option of becoming an actuary!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-80788250206062475492015-07-18T12:57:00.000+01:002015-07-18T12:57:58.911+01:00fashion and politics<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those of you wondering about my arm, it is now thought that I did dislocate my elbow on falling but it righted itself as I was helped up by the paramedics! My lower arm has turned a deep purple, now fading slightly to a lovely yellow! I have photos but as they also show why I never wear sleeveless or short sleeved tops, they are not for publication! The swelling has gone down enough for me to be able to wear my wedding ring again and I'm nearly able to wear my watch on my left wrist. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Movement is still impaired, automatically picking up the phone with my left hand is ok, getting it to my ear is another matter! Tomorrow I'm hoping to be able to wash my hair but at the beginning of the week I had to get an emergency appointment at the hairdressers to wash my hair and cut it to an easily manageable style. Which is why I was walking through a certain high street store in Hereford and happened to notice the colours of the clothes.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been interested in the history of clothes and national dress since I was small but in recent years have looked at why we wear what we wear. The colours we wear can tell a lot about our work as well as our personality. But even more </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">fascinating is that politics seem to determine the fashion colours. Back in the sixties, green and purple were the in colours when we had a labour government. When the government is conservative in come the bright jewel colours; ruby red, sapphire blue and emerald green. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, when Blair came to power, the colours didn't change and many felt that 'New Labour' was more like old Conservative. Now the Conservatives are back, the shops are full of yellow and lime green; colours one couldn't find a few years back and more suited to Labour! Many were surprised that the Conservatives got in at the last election as well as it seems they themselves!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are told that the austerity will get worse, if so, watch out for the longer skirt lengths.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-38109883938185210552015-06-01T17:40:00.000+01:002015-06-01T17:40:42.905+01:00it keeps me quiet...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think I may have mentioned before that I took embroidery as one of my 'O'level subjects as I never considered myself to be academic. The one draw back of embroidery is that it takes up a lot of time so once I became a Mum and then went back to college, packs of embroidery that I had collected over the years remained untouched. But in the last few years they have come out of the wooden truck once owned and used by my grandfather and with the aid of a magnifying glass with led lights, I am once again able to enjoy some very fine work.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over 20years ago my Mum bought me four packs, each depicting the seasons and a few years ago I 'did' Autumn, next was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Spring', then </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Summer', </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and 'Winter' was completed a couple of months ago. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During this time I bought four matching frames, only to find that the mounts each had a 4" square aperture whereas the embroideries measured four and three-eighths by four and a half. So over the weekend I set about enlarging them with the aid of a steel rule and a scalpel. Fortunately there were no accidents or wobbly edges from my tremor!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before they are hung up our stairwell I have managed to get a photo although apologies that there is a little reflection on the glass and that they are is reverse order with 'Winter' and 'Autumn' at the top with 'Summer' and 'Spring' underneath.</span><br />
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Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-85660338405735899032015-04-14T10:44:00.001+01:002015-04-14T10:44:45.740+01:00more memories<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The delight of facebook for me is that I have been able to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">get back in touch with friends from years ago, one of whom is my dear school friend Pam. We went through senior school in the same class but I had seen her before when we were both in Girl's Life Brigade (yes I'm that old! it became Girl's Brigade some time later) but in different companies and met up for huge church parades and competitions. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On seeing my last post Pam mentioned a photo of me as the Angel Gabriel. Thank you for the memory. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our school regularly put on Shakespearian plays but one year one of the English teachers wrote a version of the Nativity.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The story was told by Mary to a twelve year old Jesus sitting on the steps going up to the stage while the action was mimed on stage. I thought it was all very beautiful.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dress was the one made for Olivia </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for her wedding </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in Twelfth Night, performed the term before. It was off-white with a gold pattern, trimmed with gold braid. The wings were the best angel wings I have ever seen; they were multi coloured, painted by our lovely art teacher who died too young. I was shown a medieval picture of Gabriel with very curly hair and asked to make mine like that but mine is only wavy and I wasn't going to get a perm - they came in many years later. The only way to make my hair as curly as possible was to wear rollers throughout the day! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Again you will have to use your imagination. Life was very colourful but the photos were black and white and going sepia!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course I knew the music, although I don't think I had heard it for over fifty years when it was my solo dance. I danced as Autumn at all the shows our dancing school performed in from Old People's Homes to the Lewisham Town Hall where this photo was taken at the dress rehearsal. In those days only a few photos were in colour, so you will have to imagine the bodice in rust brown with a net skirt of brown, orange and green net. Mum made the dress and I spent a long time making paper leaves to be sewn on the dress, made into a head-dress and for me to have a bunch in my hands to slowly let go while dancing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When the photos were printed and on display my dancing teacher told me off for not pulling up my knees - hence the baggy tights! but in my defence, I had stood there a long time and was rather tired having performed the dance</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I believe that my tremour is the result of the cheap food I ate back in the sixties, seventies and eighties - there is the saying 'we are what we eat'. My tremour is benign and not Parkinsons but because of my tendency towards asthma I cannot take the usual pills but have found some that seem to take the edge of it - until I get into a social setting! It is ok if it is dinner and I'm not driving, as a glass of wine works wonders but that is no good if you are having breakfast in a hotel before driving a hundred miles! My bacon and mushrooms I could spear with my fork - no trouble - but the scrambled egg refused to stay on my fork and flew off before it reached my mouth! but I was the only one in the dining room - hardly a social setting! in the end I gave up and copied my younger grandboy and used my fingers - job done! Methinks another visit to the docs to talk about what to do when my shakes go wild!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-41133272731098130432014-10-24T19:26:00.001+01:002014-10-24T19:26:54.968+01:00catalyst live14<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got there and it was brilliant! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've come away with thoughts yet to digest, some wonderful memories and a couple of books by two of the speakers! One of the books is the autobiography of Sir John Houghton. I was first encouraged to think responsibly about our planet by one of our lodgers thirty years ago and immediately changed my washing liquid and washing up liquid to a more environmentally friendly one. Since then we have changed our eating habits to organic food, grown without the chemicals that continue to damage our environment and our bodies. Over the years and through his Dartmoor blog, he has made me aware that we have already past the peak oil production - we now have less oil under the ground than we have already used up! Sir John, speaking just before lunch, made us aware that the oil companies are not at all worried by climate change and the melting of the icecaps as there is more oil to be found underneath. As we approached lunchtime I had a sick feeling in my stomach!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day was interspersed by poems from Lucy Berry and I hope to use one or two of her poems in my next service.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The highlight of the day for me was the talk from Glen Marshall on Jazz. As well as being a co-principal of the Northern Baptist College, he also blows. He spoke and his talk was illustrated by the playing of a sax by one of his fellow blowers. It was loud and beautiful! His talk took me from smiles to tears, touching something deep within me.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-51901761017437923652014-10-23T21:38:00.000+01:002014-10-23T21:38:54.619+01:00its been a funny week<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've arrived in Reading ready for Catalyst tomorrow. Having lived life to the full in past years I now have to take things a little easier, so I'm sitting in my hotel room having driven here this afternoon. I love driving which is good as Tuesday I drove back from a holiday in Kent and Essex, visiting my brother and his wife and also my elder son and family. We have a small camper van and camped just outside Canterbury. We were able to walk into town and thought it would be nice to have a short visit to the Cathedral; a little walk around with time to sit and pray but when we saw the entrance price, we decided that £19 was rather expensive for half an hour. I'm assured that the audio guide is excellent but we didn't want that amount of information. So we admired the gateway and walked away.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday I went to the village Coffee Club having stepped down as chairwoman, I am now the treasurer as no-one else wanted the job! I managed to get three loads of washing done, dried with a few items needing an iron. But why did I put the last load on this morning? with no time to dry ready for ironing! Sometimes I need to remember to engage brain!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last year I came to Reading with a friend but woke on the day of Catalyst feeling awful and spent the whole day in bed, feeling better the next day to drive us home! Fortunately I have no sense of any bug having crept up on me, so hopefully I will get there tomorrow. </span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-8324887719197437592014-09-17T15:21:00.000+01:002014-09-17T15:21:41.793+01:00my ten favourite books<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over the last few weeks a number of my friends have posted their ten favourite books on facebook. Some nominate friends to do likewise, usually stating that they should not think too hard. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have not been nominated but thought it would be a good exercise.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did have to think hard because didn't really start reading books until I was 38!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a child I could not accept stories about animals who wore clothes and talked, but I did have a copy of 'Milly Molly Mandy'. Even so </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I much preferred pictures to words. I managed to go through school without reading a novel from cover to cover where, fortunately, English Literature was not a compulsory subject! My life was full of doing and making; as a child I knitted jumpers and made clothes for my dolls and for my friend's dolls. By the age of 9/10 I was knitting jumpers for myself and sewing my own clothes along with going to dancing lessons five times a week - no time for homework let alone reading!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My list of books:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1: However, I did have a copy of the Bible, given to me by my parents when aged six, when my Christmas list consisted of a Bible, hymnbook and gun! The gun was so I could play cowboys and indians with the two boys who lived up the road - this was much more fun than </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">reading stories - we were acting them out! I later progressed from the Authorised Version to JB Phillips New Testament, then the Good News Bible (described by a tutor at college as the Mickey Mouse version!) and now I prefer the New Living Bible for my personal use.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2: The novel that got me reading was recommended by a friend who was lodging with us - 'The Magus' by John Fowles. I liken it to learning to swim by jumping in the deep end! (I still can't swim!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3: 'Life and how to survive it' by John Cleese and Robin Skynner was published when I was a Marriage Guidance Counsellor. It is very easy to read, very helpful and is illustrated with many humorous cartoons.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4: When my faith took on a deeper understanding I read 'God of Surprises' by Gerard W Hughes.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5: 'My utmost for His highest' by Oswald Chambers - a book of daily devotions written in the early 20th century which still bring me up sharp.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6: 'Holiness' by JC Ryle, written over a hundred years ago but I found it easy to read especially as he accepted women as equal.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7: At college a friend recommended 'The other side of silence' by Morton Kelsey.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And that's where my list ends although I have read all of Gerard W Hughes' books and many of Oswald Chambers' and Morton Kelsey's books but none have had such an impact as those seven. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, during the late 80s and 90s I avidly awaited the next novel by Susan Howatch with her 'Starbridge Cronicles' and 'Wonder Worker' trilogy. Today, I am devouring Robert Harris' latest; 'An officer and a spy', having read all but one of his previous novels.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-753920590530470282014-09-02T16:39:00.000+01:002014-09-02T16:39:04.375+01:00surprise, surprise!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were invited to a surprise 50th birthday party at the weekend of someone who was in the youth group when I was one of the leaders. We have stayed in contact over the last 30 years, mainly by Christmas cards but more recently w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e meet regularly at a cafe halfway between our homes,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">having both moved to Wales; her shortly after her marriage and us more recently</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know her parents and both her brothers and sisters-in-law but wasn't expecting to know anyone else. However, when I looked at the table plan, I recognised the names of others on our table; two of which were also in the youth group</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and the two other ladies were school friends whom I didn't recognise at first but realised that they were school friends of the birthday girl who occasionally came to the larger youth group events.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Between the four ladies on our table, I had made two wedding dresses and a total of five bridesmaids dresses! with another wedding dress and three bridesmaids dresses in the room! and some still had their dresses all these years later.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was lovely to reminisce and also to catch up on each other's news.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-74841869017609482992014-07-09T09:51:00.000+01:002014-07-09T09:51:20.395+01:00there's life in the old gal yet!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">well I hope there is in me, although I do need to rest not necessarily the day after I have done something but usually the day after that! On Sunday I took the service at Chapel and was fine on Monday thoroughly enjoying book club (but I don't think anyone thought it was a good book!) but yesterday although I had planned on going to Cardiff for a day out, I decided to postpone my visit till later in the week and instead just take it easy. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Taking it easy often means doing some sewing!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had saved some full length and matching shorter curtains from a previous house, some of which were then used for a while by my eldest and some used here temporarily in a bedroom and are now being altered to fit our conservatory which came with the house. Unfortunately it neither has roof opening windows or enough fan lights and can get very hot especially in this glorious summer we are having!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then as I was at full speed on the old sewing machine, all of a sudden with the actual machine still going, it stopped sewing! The drive belt had broken!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fortunately, I know a 'man who does' and he was able to replace the drive belt with one I had spare when the last one snapped about 15 years ago, when the machine was already over 25 years old. I had bought the machine back in the early 1970s with the proceeds of making yet another wedding dress - up until then I had been using my Mum's Singer which she had had 2nd hand for her 21st birthday. I had the handle removed and a machine put in its place.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just after the first drive belt broke, I again used the proceeds from a large wedding order to buy an up to date machine which did all the fancy embroidery stitches, as I needed to always have a spare machine if I was making an dress for a certain date!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But after a few years, I reverted to my old machine as it is made of metal so is sturdy and fast! and I'm sure that there are more years in her yet!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-22774973682261829852014-07-07T09:55:00.002+01:002014-07-07T09:55:38.670+01:00I'm here again!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I realise that I have not done much blogging over recent months. It's not that I have not got anything to say, but when I do have, I seem to be very busy. And when I have time, nothing much has happened!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This morning I am off to our village book club. The book we have been reading caused much discussion at our summer barbeque a couple of weeks ago. The author writes about her experiences growing up in the valleys and then working as a nurse in our local hospital. At first I found the book fascinating but then became quiet worried because although she has disguised people she met by changing their names - it seems that it is obvious to those who have also worked in the hospital, as to whom she is referring!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I look forward to continuing our discussion!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some of you will know that I am a diabetic - not through eating the wrong foods but through the stress of the break-up of my first marriage. Each morning, and also at meal times, I inject myself - this is usually pain-free but sometimes as I pull out the needle it is followed by some blood. And this morning it did just that and as I reached for a tissue up my sleeve wile holding the injection pen with the other hand and also trying to hold my</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> clean pale lavender coloured shirt out of the way... wait! I don't have three hands! the shirt slipped and I had a large blob of blood on my shirt.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One very useful trick I was taught by an elderly dress maker - actually I think she must have been younger than I am now - when I first when out to work in design studios as a sample maker was that your own saliva is the best thing to remove blood. I have lost count of the number of wedding dresses that I have suck! And my shirt this morning now has no sign of blood or being sucked.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-38767442014527127722014-05-07T19:38:00.000+01:002014-05-07T19:38:56.109+01:00I keep being surprised ...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.. by the chapel folk here! Today was the funeral of the mother of one of our members. Her Mum lived a good hour's drive away and a small service was held in their local Chapel of Rest for her friends and carers. An hour later there was a service in the crematorium just half an hour's drive away from us. Nine friends from our chapel (about half our usual congregation) joined the very small family group for the service. I am only aware of one of our ladies having actually met her Mum! But around here folk gather around to love and support those going through a tough time whether it is the loss of a loved one or any other family difficulty. I am surrounded by a lovely bunch of folk.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-82459274175912514122014-05-05T16:34:00.001+01:002014-05-05T16:34:32.364+01:00yesterday we shut up shop...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...just for the morning. We decided that we would not hold our usual service in the chapel but drive over the border into England and join in the service of one of the other churches in our Rural Churches group, where we heard Judy Cook speak about her work as a missionary in Thailand. I met Judy on her last visit back to the UK but this time she brought four of her fellow workers with her. Their English was far better than my Thai!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hopefully I will meet Judy and her co-Thai-workers again next weekend when we are all planning to be at the Baptist Assembly.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of our members who would not be able to cope with the journey and longer service went to our chapel to forward any who had not realised the change - or to give them the option of returning in the afternoon when we had our quarterly service of prayer for healing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are small in numbers; usually around 15 - 20 on a Sunday morning but 11 of us went to the morning service and 10 came in the afternoon. I'm not usually someone who counts heads, as I'm just as happy preaching to three or four as I am to fifty as I believe that those who need to hear what I believe God has given me to say will be there, but it was encouraging to have a good turn out for something different!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-61823424952669072022014-04-23T13:02:00.000+01:002014-04-23T13:02:19.334+01:00at long last<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's nearly five years since we moved in here. When we first viewed the house we were rather disappointed to find that the previous occupants had moved the bathroom into one of the bedrooms and had also painted a mural over the whole of one wall and the door!</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1KuWfpJKvWFkr43mHvUWWR2nhh2QA6CZ9r4tAG8ChdGOLx-1qPSyqI8mDWxeQaAaklZtKWEfoWs_Vr1F57kP4cNXuztZC8dn7b2Ry9rFULKqzIXrXrLB-RyGirGkI1ir-pk4kbOpcL8l/s1600/P1010014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1KuWfpJKvWFkr43mHvUWWR2nhh2QA6CZ9r4tAG8ChdGOLx-1qPSyqI8mDWxeQaAaklZtKWEfoWs_Vr1F57kP4cNXuztZC8dn7b2Ry9rFULKqzIXrXrLB-RyGirGkI1ir-pk4kbOpcL8l/s1600/P1010014.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We moved the bathroom back to where it belonged (actually we got a couple of men to do it!) and the bedroom became a dumping ground for several years while we slowly worked out what fitted into the new house and what needed to find a new home. Over those years if we finished painting elsewhere and still had spare paint on the brush we would paint the excess over the mural!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then about two years ago, I had time and energy to start turning the dumping ground into a proper bedroom but was halted by an unknown problem with our boiler. The painting was done (slowly!) but no carpet could be put down as many water pipes ran under the floor. At the end of last year a new boiler was installed and at the beginning of this year a carpet was put down.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And yesterday pictures were hung! The room is finished at last. The main bedroom still has to be decorated - I wonder how long that will take! The photo below shows the wall underneath which is the dark mural! My eagle-eyed daughter can still see the outline of the trees and 'castle'! </span><br />
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Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-33001194536788366642014-03-04T19:57:00.002+00:002014-03-04T19:57:23.831+00:00birthdays<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I forgot it was mine this morning! and was reminded when 'someone' started singing, "you're as old as me..ee, you're as old as me!" "Please don't remind me!" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'ve got to that age when I cannot believe how many years I have lived!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I celebrated quite quietly, going out to coffee this morning and having my favourite meal at lunchtime - fish curry. As a child, our family didn't have the money to have parties but we were able to choose what we all ate for dinner and my choice was always cod curry. I think my Mum got the recipe from Philip Harben, who was a celebrity chef even before the days of Fanny Cradock! The rest of the day has been taken up with doing the washing, letter writing, answering emails and watching a bit of tele while knitting! Gone are the days of parties and big meals out, I enjoyed them but I think that in just a few ways I'm showing my age!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-8864272668421370042013-12-26T12:23:00.000+00:002013-12-26T12:23:07.357+00:00a bit of an update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can remember where I was when my previous photo on this blog was taken - in the back garden when I was visiting my new grandboy who was a week old - he is now three and a half! I also felt it was time for a new layout.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We usually have a quiet Christmas but this year the run up to Christmas was even quieter.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A bug has been going around our village with many people saying they have the flu - but those who have previously had the flu know that if you can get out of bed to pick up a twenty pound note outside - you have not got the flu!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could get out of bed and could do a certain amount but having pushed myself to go to a conference at the end of November and instead spent the day in bed in a hotel room. I then knew I had to cancel everything and get better.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I didn't go to the Book Club Christmas party, the Rural Churches Advent service, the village Christmas fair, the Coffee Club Christmas dinner or visit two grandboys. But my biggest disappointment was to miss the funeral of my cousin who died one day short of her 58th birthday from MS. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I last saw Judith seven years ago when I took my Mum up to mid Wales to meet with Judith and my Aunt. In her younger days Judith learnt to fly and when we met up was still able to drive but needed to use a wheelchair to get around as did my Mum. The four of us had a very giggly lunch together and then my Aunt in her 70's suggested that we had a race back to our cars but we did manage to control ourselves and push the wheelchairs and their occupants back in a respectful manner!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are secure in the knowledge that Judith is now free from all pain, with her Dad and wonder if she can now fly without the aid of an aeroplane!</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-74794630914909175052013-12-21T17:47:00.000+00:002013-12-21T17:47:05.008+00:00Sarah and Paul 25 years ago<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I met her in the summer</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she was beautiful</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some said she knew it</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sarah was American</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">with long curly auburn hair.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I met him in the autumn</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I called him, her beloved -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">they talked of marriage.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paul was American -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so handsome.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During the autumn months</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">we shared many moments.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Watching a fashion show video,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">talked about we should wear,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Discussed the Last Temptation of Christ</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Laughed together while dressing up</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exchanged ideas over meals.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How funny they were taking the mickey out of Jim and Tammy Baker.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They flew home for Christmas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They have been front page news for the last week.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They loved Jesus</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They live on in my memories,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in my photograph album and on my video, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">modelling and acting on a Christmas Celebration -</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hello Jesus - Let me introduce myself"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">written 29th December 1988</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-3373794332746564782013-11-20T15:35:00.004+00:002013-11-20T15:35:51.722+00:00I was sixteen...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in 1963. I was still at school doing my 'O' levels. I had already taken maths and english in the fifth form (failing english!) but timetable was such that I was able to do most of my homework in spare periods which suited me just fine.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a great time, the Beatles were becoming very famous but it still took a few weeks for their singles to reach number one - after that they reached number one before anyone was able to buy the record one pre-release sales.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That week in November 'She loves you' was number two with Gerry and the Pacemakers 'You'll never walk alone' in the top slot. It went on to become the anthem of Liverpool football club.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Each year our church had a youth outreach weekend with events on the Friday, Saturday and Sunday.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I arrived at the church hall with my friend who noticed that one of the lads was leaning against the wall looking rather shell-shocked. She asked him what was wrong to be told the Kennedy had been shot - it was some time before we learnt that he had been killed instantly. But being youth, most of us were able to carry on and enjoy the evening.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During the week our family would sit down to dinner in the dining room but at weekends Mum would prepare a wonderful 'high' tea, served on the large coffee table while we would listen to the football results and then watch the TV. So I saw it; the very first Doctor Who and have been an avid follower, especially since it was re-born with Christopher Eccleston.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My favourite Doctors? its a difficult choice between the earlier Jon Pertwee and Peter Davidson but overall it has to be David Tennant.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That final year at school was the best of my school life, I was studying subjects that I enjoyed along with being able to sew in the evenings and I made friends with whom I have never lost touch but I will never forget that weekend.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678199085178802669.post-91202875185074533612013-10-01T16:06:00.000+01:002013-10-01T16:06:03.737+01:00I'm reviewing the situation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every so often in my life, I have stopped and thought about the things I'm doing and the things I want to do and realising that there are not 25 hours in each day and 8 days in each week and I need my sleep, something has to go.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last time was back in 2009 when I stepped down from the Baptist Union Council and from being a member of the planning committee of 'Men Women and God'. This made way for my calling to be the minister of Zoar Baptist Chapel.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Way back, I was accused by my minister of never staying at one thing - but then I was a mother of two small boys and life for a mother as they grow up is constantly changing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have now told the folk at Zoar that I wish to cut back on the number of times I preach during the year. At the moment I 'do' the 1st and 3rd Sundays, taking holidays when it is a 'five Sunday' month. Next year, there will be some months when I only preach on the 1st Sunday, giving me a long break in which to walk the hills, finish decorating the house and do further research into the life of Mrs Spurgeon. I have nearly finished an article - it just needs a few tweeks - and hopefully it will be accepted for publication by the <i>Baptist Quarterly</i>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I also wondered about pulling out from our village book club as it takes up a morning when I would otherwise be writing a sermon. But we had such a good time discussing <i>The Richard Burton Diaries</i> this morning that I have decided that it is too good to miss.</span>Sue Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831000271337244366noreply@blogger.com1